"The ponies run, the girls are young,The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat,You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep....
